HELLO! :D Yay, a chapter that isn't late! We shall call this... Part one of Mello's birthday :3 Since... I didn't really have the time or will power to write everything into one chapter... I really have too much planned ^^' But I promise, it'll be out on time this time next week! :D Wheee! :D So... here's a chapter~!
Disclaimer - Do I look like I own Death Note? I am but a lowly cosplayer...
Warnings - um... Mello wearing clothes that aren't his own? XDDD Meh :)
Enjoy~!
I groan loudly as I wake up, immediately conscious as I realise today is Mello's birthday. Quickly, I attempt to drag myself out of bed; for once, I had managed to not end up all over him in my sleep. Which makes it one hell of a lot easier to escape, let me tell you. Checking the clock, I realise it's around ten in the morning, which isn't exactly late... But doesn't give me a huge amount of time. Because I have to implement step one of Mello's birthday plan.
Ok, so they aren't really steps, but still!
Tiptoeing from the bedroom, I head into the kitchen, glaring violently at the coffee machine for a short while before setting about making the weird, chocolate coffee stuff that L made me buy. Apparently Mello used to drink it a lot in university, which really makes me wonder how the fuck those two met each other. Oh well.
I manage to figure out the coffee machine – ok, I check the instructions B wrote me – and while the water's boiling itself up, I fetch a pan to heat up the pancakes on. Yeah, I know right... I have to do fucking everything today. Could be worse though. Meh.
It takes me a good ten minutes to get everything done, even though I'm not even making the pancakes. Yeah, I'm totally shit at all this cooking and making stuff business, but still! I'm determined to make sure Mello has a decent birthday, and hopefully keep him occupied enough that I won't actually be roped into the kinky birthday sex that B and L say is the 'backup plan' in case something goes wrong. Which means, if I burn both batches of store-bought pancakes (yeah, we've got a reserve as well) then I have to have sex. It means if I accidentally lose the expensive-as-hell present, there's sex. It means if we get lost and can't get to the cafe for lunch, I put out. Life is unfair. And let's not even get started on the rest of the day!
If I get through today without ending up in a compromising situation, I'll be so fucking happy I might actually dance. And not in Mello's perverted, sexual way, either. In the dorky, head banging all around the room way. Yeah. You know what I mean. The way you dance when you're home alone and playing music fifty decibels too loud. Yeah.
But either way. I still have to manage to get a tray of food – and coffee – to the bedroom without dropping anything and causing stains that'll almost certainly never come out.
Almost last second as I shuffle past the fridge, I remember the chocolate sauce. And swear to myself a little. And then I turn around, carefully placing the tray on the work surface before tugging at the door of the fridge violently, almost breaking the thing in my haste to find the necessary sauce. Fucking Mello and his fucking chocolate addiction... Sigh. Well, what can a guy do?
With my now slightly heavier load, I set off for the bedroom, stopping every so often to make sure nothing's been spilled (the coffee) and that nothing's slipped out of its pile (the pancakes) and that nothing's tipped over and exploded. Ok, so I'm sure the chocolate sauce wouldn't actually explode if it fell, but I don't want to take that chance. After all... Actually, I dunno. But yeah.
It takes a minute or so, but I finally make it to Mello's room, finding him in almost exactly the same position I left him in. Gently placing the tray down onto the bedside table, I move to gently shake his arm, hoping he wasn't one of those people that shocks awake and attacks the person trying to wake him up. That'd just suck ass. Seriously.
Luckily, he doesn't seem to be violent in the mornings, instead slowly opening his eyes and yawning loudly, looking momentarily like a kitten, before his eyes focus and a wide smirk appears on his face, making me feel vaguely worried. I quickly back off as he sits up, pointing at the food on the small table and squeaking incoherently in the hope that he'd get the message.
Looking in the direction I pointed, his smirk suddenly loses that dangerous edge, looking a lot more like an innocent smile than the face he usually has on when he's about to try and do... things. Yeah. Throwing him a hopefully innocent smile, I catch hold of the tray once again, holding it out to him with a nervous sort of embarrassment.
My cheeks flame up a fascinating shade of pink as he chuckles, hands brushing against mine as he takes the food from me and rests it across his lap, having pulled himself up into a sitting position somewhere in the middle of my hyperactive fangirling. Because... Well, the rainbow-spewing side of me just appeared full blast, squeaking about how gorgeous my boyfriend is and all that shit. I hate my inner fangirl... I mean fanboy. Don't give me that look!
He gestures for me to sit down beside him as he sets about drowning the poor pancakes in so much chocolate sauce it actually makes me feel like I may have just contracted diabetes. Actually, is contracted the right word? Can't remember. Whatever. Either way... There's a fucking lot of sugar.
He simple smiles evilly at the unfortunate... you know what? It's not even a fucking meal anymore. I refuse to call it that. It's chocolate with a side helping of pancake, that's what it fucking well is. Sadly, he doesn't seem to think of it in this way, instead groaning happily to himself as he starts shovelling it into his mouth, my face going an almost radioactive red as a small dribble of sauce runs down his chin, quickly licked up by that skilled tongue of his...
I quickly cut my thoughts off and turn away from him, not wanting to get all fucking excited. I've got a day planned, damnit!
I huff loudly, which he totally ignores, instead continuing his rather noisy chocolate-gasm, practically inhaling his pancakes – chocolate sauce, I quickly correct myself – and coffee and looking rather content with himself. Hell, he even fucking licks the plate! I mean, seriously... Only little kids do that. And last time I checked, I was the kid in this relationship! ... Wait, that sounds wrong...
Shaking my head at myself – and Mello's chocolate addiction – I haul myself to my feet, taking hold of the now rather clean plates, noticing the slight sheen of spit over then and forcing myself to swallow quickly, before I start drooling. That'd just be bloody awkward. Rolling my eyes at my own insane libido, I hurry to the kitchen, ditching everything in the sink before quickly searching through the cupboards for where I put his present.
I find it pretty easily, since I was the one who hid it. Awesome, right? Yeah. I stand for a few seconds, just staring at the nicely wrapped parcel, my blush faded, but still tingeing my cheeks a slightly pinker than usual shade. Of course, my moment is totally ruined by warm hands planting themselves firmly on my hips and spinning me around, so that I'm face-to-face with the blond chocolate-demon.
"Present!" And that is my highly intelligent panicky squeak as I shove the object almost into his face, earning myself a slightly surprised glance and the raising of a single, slim eyebrow. I immediately go bright pink again, unable to think of anything to defend myself at that exact moment. Probably because there's no defence on this planet that'd make up for my sheer idiocy.
He chuckles a little, before grabbing hold of my hand and tugging me back into the bedroom, sitting me down beside him again as he bounces happily, actually looking excited about my shitty present.
"I-it's not much... Just so ya know..." I mumble awkwardly, scratching at the back of my head the way I tend to do when I'm apprehensive. He simply shrugs it off, placing the present between us and grinning at me.
"Can I guess?" I swear he's mocking me with all this excitement. It's not that big of a deal...
"No, don't! You'll only be disappointed..." Once again, my voice is barely more than a murmur, and I'm surprised he even heard me. But he did, just my luck. He shakes his head, still with that stupidly huge smile on his face.
"Aw, don't be that way, Matty! I'm excited, y'know... It's our first celebration together, after all!" I almost said something about him not being too worried about my firsts, but decide that's far too bitchy a thing to say on his birthday, of all days. Maybe I'll wait for Christmas, ha ha.
Yeah, sarcasm burns, doesn't it?
Sighing at my inability to play along, he picks it back up and starts to tear the wrapping paper off like some sort of... present-loving savage. Yeah, I know, my comparisons suck, leave me alone already.
His expression changed a little as he watched the dark leather slide out of the paper and onto his lap, slowly picking it up and shaking it out.
Ok, so I'll admit. I'm pretty proud of my present choosing ability. Even if it was stupid and lame of me to buy him something in a material he already has a whole wardrobe of. Meh. Right, now I try and explain what Mello's looking at.
Basically, it's black leather, darker than a cave at midnight, but insanely shiny, reflecting the light in slick bands of sheen. The material's broken up in a number of places though, with numerous zips and chains, but not in a way that's tacky. I guess it's sort of... stylishly done? Yeah, we'll go with that. It'd probably come down to about his hips if he had it on, and it's lined with a thick layer of plushy fake fur, and... Well, that's about it, really.
And Mello's still just staring at it. I really hope he doesn't start drooling... That'd just be awkward. Luckily, he doesn't; instead he stands up, tugging the jacket on in a single smooth movement, smoothing it down against his torso with a wide smile on his face as he zips it up, and I'm actually slightly surprised to see that it fits him pretty much perfectly, hugging his body in a way that looks... Well, pretty damn sexy. Although, it don't really go with the red boxers he's wearing...
Wait a fucking second. Those are mine!
Pouting a little to myself, I tear my eyes away from Mello to glare at the ground, annoyed that my boyfriend went and wore my boxers without my permission. Not that I would've said yeah if he'd asked... Meh.
And of course, having looked away, I wasn't at all prepared by the tight hug I was suddenly enveloped by, my face being pulled against a smooth, cool, leather-clad chest, one hand pressing against the small of my back as the other wove into my hair, keeping me close.
"Thank you so, so much, Matty... I love it." His voice is so sincere, it almost seems like he's talking about me rather than the jacket for a moment, before I chuckle, a little awkwardly. He simply pulls me closer, and I can feel his warmth even through the heavy material, and after a moment of standing stiffly, I relax into his arms, my hands moving to grip the back of his jacket in some semblance of a hug.
"I love you."
It takes me a moment to realise what's been said, and even longer to respond, looking up to stare at him, my eyes blurring slightly. I don't even realise I'm crying until Mello reaches to wipe tears off my cheeks. I gasp a little, looking slightly shocked, both of our grips loosening.
"S-sorry..! I'm just... really glad you like it..." I mumble awkwardly, rubbing fiercely at my face with the back of my hand, having released my boyfriend's new jacket by now, my other arm hanging awkwardly at my side.
There's a horrible, tense pause that just hangs around our heads, before Mello bursts out laughing, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. And hell, if that doesn't make you feel young, nothing will. Dunno why, but it's just one of those things...
I end up chuckling a little as well; Mello's got this really melodious laugh that's pretty damn infectious. The sort that you hear, and immediately cheer up, even on your worst day. Yeah. That sort of laugh. Although, I have to say... It's kinda sexy, too. Got a deep undertone to it, y'know? Eh, I like it. A lot.
"So, I'm assuming you've got a whole day of fun planned out for us?" he questioned suddenly, poking my forehead and raising an eyebrow questioning. I continue to chuckle, unable to stop. At least, for a few more seconds.
"Um... Pretty much? We're gonna go out for lunch..." I sound almost shy, but Mello simply grins at me, scooping me up so I'm forced to wrap my legs around his hips in fear of breaking his arms if I don't, ending up... Yup, in a pretty compromising position. Although, he doesn't seem to realise this.
"Well! We'd better get ready then, eh?"
And there, my dears, is your chapter :3 whee! :D Now, this is usually the time I ask for reviews... but ya know what? the number BE already has is insane! So... If you wanna review, feel free, since it keeps me inspired, but there ain't gonna be no bribes today XD :3
Hmm... Well, I got the new MCR album. And I got Ray Toro's bandana :D I also got the first volume of Loveless [I don't collect them in order, because England doesn't allow that XD] :D Also... Mah BB buddeh randomly inspired me.. and now I wanna write a SoubiRitsuka bathtime fic XD Damn, I'm such a pervert... *sigh* Ah well! :D I've got a few little one-shot [maybe two-shot] fics in the works at the moment, so maybe at some point I'll get them all done? I sure hope so :D ^^
Have a nice day/morning/evening/night :D
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